We're home now and im trying to hold back the tears. I felt so weak in that moment. She always reminded me I'm strong and that it's okay to cry. I can't believe I let myself do this again. Fucking purging, nice job to Ryan. She hugged me again after a bit of silence and we got out of the car.
We got home roughly an hour ago and I've been avoiding talking about how it was, but I couldn't keep it up much longer.
"Ryan" I was snaped out of my thoughts and called into the kitchen. Shit. Food. We both struggled with eating so it was rare we ate together. We didn't like going to restraunts as dates and fancy dinners. It wasn't because we didn't want each other to get better, we just wanted an escape from food. But here we were in the kitchen. I knew she was going to make me eat.
I peered over the edge of the pot... Cabbage soup. Thank god.
We both carefully measured out our tiny portions and sat at the table, and as always we talked. In a way it seemed like a compitition because if you ate more than the other person you felt like a fat ass.
We were talking about our favorite music and seeing the setlist that was just realesed for warped tour. We were so excited and couldn't wait to go. I loved our time like this because we always forgot about the problems and seemed happy.
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JugendliteraturI held my eyes shut, hugging him, about to tell him everything will be OKAY. We both know it's not. He's so strong. Always telling me it's going to be okay. He's went through it all before, he knows how it all turns out. That's why he is so brok...